my future apartment will be messy. it will have unfinished sketches and film camera photos, and pressed flowers and train tickets all over the walls. each cup, each spoon will look different, each will have it’s own story. there will be potted plants all over the place, i will grow lemongrass and thyme myself. the windows will be huge and opened most of the time, there will be tiny drops of paint everywhere. i will have loads of pillows and masive knitted blankets laying around, just in case. i will have a huge bookshelf and big white candles, and a record player, and i will listen to old songs, sing and dance along. i will bake banana bread and poppyseed buns and give them to my neighbors. i will have a big, warm dog to cuddle up to when i begin to feel lonely. the air will smell like rain, honey, books and jasmine tea

I love you -Raph

Your leg’s felt like lead as you dragged your way through the apartment. Between Raphael’s heat and your insane work schedule you were fatigued to say the least.  Your forehead resting on the refrigerator while you contemplated dinner. The smell of pizza wafting through your apartment.

“Raphael?” You inquired as you contemplated whether or not you could physically handle another round of mating heat pounding.

Straightening your shoulder’s you walked the small gap to your living room. Raphael standing awkwardly with your pajama’s in hand, a pizza to his right.

“Raph? What’s going on babe?” You asked walking towards the large turtle. Finger’s resting on his masive bicep’s as your brows furrowed. His hand setting down the pizza on your speaker.

“I uh, I realized after the mating haze. Well I sort of *ahem* ignored your needs. Soooo.” His hands hitting his side while he said everything. Fingers coming up to remove your jacket. His lips working together in focus. Sure you had made love but love in service was different. He just didn’t want to fuck it up.

When he moved to unbutton your blouse he blushed. Usually he would pop them off or just thrust your top up. In the haze of his mating frenzy he had forgotten his love for you.  The love in your eye’s he never imagined would exist, swell of your breast when you inhaled deeply, or the tender swell in his chest when you touched him gently. Your action’s making him feel like the man he wanted to be rather than the monster the rest of the world thought him to be.

When you were standing in your jean’s and bra he blushed. His head turning slightly away, mouth trying to catch up with his thoughts.

“You’re beautiful.” He finally said staring you in the eye’s. When you went to hug him, he lifted you tenderly laying you on the couch. His thumb’s working the front button’s of your jean’s down.

“Raphael, I love you.” Lightly pecking his lips while he removed your panties replacing them with your fuzzy Captain America shorts. His thumb rubbing over your extended stomach. Your 3 moth bump just starting to show.

He grabbed a slice of pizza onto a paper plate putting it in your lap. Then sitting down he placed your feet in his lap, rubbing the soles of your feet in slow motion.

Raph watched you enjoy your pizza. After two slices accompanied by a 15 minute foot massage your eye’s began to close.

“Raph….” You mustered out before your eye’s closed for the next 8 hours. Raph cradled your sleeping form staring down at you.

He never thought anyone would love him. Now here he was with a beautiful woman in a 2 year relationship. A child on the way that he still couldn’t believe was real. His life was perfect.

“I love you so much. Someday we’ll be married.” Raph said to your prone form his lips grazing your temple.


Corporal Antonio Ponte Anido (1922-1943) was a Spanish Volunteer at the Blue Division.
Ponte Anido born in Galicia in 1922 and fought for the Nationalist forces in the Spanish Civil War. Later on he enlisted in the Blue Division, the Falangist Volunteer force who fought in the Eastern Front against Soviet forces. On  February 10 he was part of the Spanish 250th Division composed of 5.000 men who planted an heroic defense against the masive offensive of the Soviet 55th Army who counted with 40.000 infantry soldiers, 90 tanks and 1.000 artillery pieces.
Ponte Anido, who was an scout, was wounded and was lying in an first aid post along with other wounded soldiers when he catch a Russian T-34 Tank advanding against their  defenceless position. Then, the 21 years old corporal, got up and raced to put anti-tank mines under its track. The explosion stopped the tank and save his wounded comrades but also killed Ponte Anido.
By this action Antonio Ponte Anido was posthumously awarded with the San Fernando Laurate Cross by his heroic action at the Battle of Krasny Bor.


..osztálytárssal ne járj
..idősebb fiúval/lánnyal ne járj
..fiatalabbal se
..távkapcsolatban se legyél az se jó ha minden nap találkoztok járj túl menő masival/lánnyal mert az másoknak is kell a barátnőd/barátod volt barátjával/csajával se jár az exed legjobb barátjával se
..a szomszéddal se
..tesód haverjával se.


Manusia sudah pasti memiliki tujuan hidup. Itu pula yang aku tanyakan pada temanku, seorang anak jakarta yang kuliah di Bandung.

“apa tujuan hidupmu?” tanyaku
“hmm, di umur 40, gw mau punya usaha sendiri, umur 50 punya mesjid, 60an sukses, banyak2 ibadah, dan nyantai. hhehe” Sambil senyum pepsodent
“Oh, gitu yah” jawabku

Tujuan hidup seseorang pasti tidak akan jauh dari kemuliaan dan juga kebermanfaatan bagi sesamanya. Punyamu juga kan?

Namun, satu pertanyaan yang muncul ketika dengar tujuan hidup temanku.

“Eh bro, kalo umur lu ga nyampe 40, itu gimana? hidup lu ga sampe tujuan dong?” tanyaku. Temanku diam, tanpa kata, seolah jenuh padaku (Lirik lagu d'masiv).

Ya, kadang kita fikir, tujuan hidup kita berdasar pada pencapaian yang disandingkan dengan sebuah usia di masa tua. Padahal, usia, siapa yang tahu? Itu hanya rahasia tuhan.

Tujuan, jika bilang tujuan, maka otomatis itu adalah akhir perjalanan. Jika sudah sampai tujuan, kita bisa nyaman berada di sana. Jika kita bicara hidup, maka kematian adalah akhir dari hidup kita.

Apakah betul kita memiliki tujuan hidup dengan targetan usia tua? tentu saja baik, namun kita harus paham, bahwa kita sendiri tak tahu besok kita masih ada atau tidak.

Maka, buatlah tujuan hidup yang bisa kau pecah di setiap titik usia kehidupanmu.

Jika kau ingin punya perusahaan, mulailah belajar dari orang lain dan berbisnis kecil2an dari sekarang.

Jika kau ingin membuat mesjid, maka mulailah dari sekarang kau rajin menyumbang pembangunan mesjid.

Jika kau ingin jadi ahli ibadah, maka mulailah dari sekarang mendalami agama.

Jika kau ingin ini itu, apapun itu, maka kau lakukan dari sekarang, karena tidak ada hal besar yang tak dimulai dari hal kecil.

jangan sampai hidupmu terbawa arus, dan saat kau sadar, jalur arusmu tak sesuai dengan yang kau inginkan, dan kau sadar tak bisa kembali ke sana.

Laboratorium, 19 Juli 2015

One of Imam Ali’s (as) name was “Abu al Aytam” which means “the father of the orphans”. He was given that name for the masive number of orphans he would take care of. If he saw an orphan crying, he would stop whatever he was doing to see why that child was crying. He would make the orphans smile, he would touch on their heads.
Peace be upon the mercy and kind Imam!


I’ve participate in a masive art trade/invisible friend thinggy with some of the most talented spanish fanartist and this is my piece for @fanartyomi95 !!

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